”Ella couldn’t stop herself and was wide-eyed as she asked, “Was it an incentive for the students to do better, or was it just a punishment?”M...s L again smiled as she replied, “Well, it starts off as a punishment, but pretty soon becomes an incentive. It was quite a high percentage of girls who I only had to cane the once and that shows what an incentive it was to behave properly.”Ella felt herself blushing as she asked tentatively, “Do you think any students got themselves caned on. I?ve decided to formalize our relationship atlong last. You are mine now. Don?t worry about your old life-it?sover now. Your boyfriend has received your Dear John letter, your bossterminated you by letter after finding child pornography on your computer, andyour family and friends believes you are on an extended vacation in South America. So, as you can see, no one will be lookingfor you any time soon.?Gwen was in a daze. How could thesethings be? She hadn?t done any of those things, but. He was not however wearing makeup nor had heshaved his beard.I knew that this was all Mum wanted for now because otherwise he wouldhave already had to shave off his beard, wear makeup or go to work fullydressed despite the meeting with the suppliers.After he had served us dinner we let him go to have a salad sprinkledwith flax seed and some soya milk. Then we invited him to come to watch"Thelma and Louise" with us. He fell asleep shortly afterwards. Atthis point we could have done anything. "We might need to do a few more errands one never knows these days," I admitted. The hood, as the cops called the area around the project, wasn't all that far from West End, were my converted motel was located. Not in miles, but in attitude it was a million miles away. West End was poor rednecks, but they all worked at something it seemed. Very few of the poor people in the projects had jobs. I didn't even want to know what most of them did for money. I just wanted to know that they kept it.